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2019

Four hundred years, has it really been that long My how time flies when you’re singing captivity songs 2019 ... oh, just living in modern vexation Dwelling in the midst of a beguiled people, who toil in concrete fields: Pure medieval factory plantation Dark minded people, who live for their materialistic dreams — Own a house, purchase a car ... possess the keys to another human being Light-hearted sleepers seriously addicted to an ivory power narcotic wean, in the year 2019 Emancipated slaves still held in bondage by invisible chains Debtors remorse is a grievous, capitalist skin game Four hundred years ... yes, it’s been a chigger long time My how the centuries crawl, when you’re the byword imprisoned one freedom silenced — Tho’ you didn’t commit the crime

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Alexis Y.

Date: 1/14/2019 4:31:00 PM

WoW! Freddie, I have missed your hard hitting in your face kind of poems. You have a vast knowledge of words and you know how to use them. Each stanza is deep and thought provoking in it's own right but the last stanza " Four hundred years ...yes,it’s been a chigger long time, My how the centuries crawl,when you’re the by word imprisoned one freedom silenced — Tho’ you didn’t commit the crime". Really got to me.As always. Excellent job my talented friend:-) Alexis

M. L. Kiser

Date: 1/14/2019 3:56:00 PM

I love these lines: "possess the keys to another human being" and "Debtors remorse is a grievous, capitalist skin game "; they're so true these days. It's so disgraceful how we humans treat one another when we could do so much better. We have to power to make this world a Hell or a Heaven and yet, so many prefer to make it a Hell. I don't think I'll ever understand it. You've spoken volumes with your words.

Besma Riabi Dziri

Date: 1/14/2019 3:28:00 PM

You have the power of the words.. you have the blessings of poetry.. you have the beauty of the mind to compose songs of emancipation.. to heal hearts who still moan under the invisible chains.. to denote the horrors experienced by humanity.. your raise high your poetic voice and a brilliant poem is deeply felt.. Happy New Year and blessings Freddie. My deepest regards.